ACT I. SCENE I.
Enter Nennius and another Captain.
Nenn.
SƲETONIƲS will Repent his Landing here:
Conquest hath already Enrich'd our Soyl;
Our Brittish Fields fatten with Roman slaughter▪
So much stale Carrion lies in every Ditch,
That the Rank Steams rise from the rotting Heaps,
And Choak up all the Air.
Capt.
They have scarce Men enough
To try the Fortune of another Battle.
Nenn.
And those not worth our Conquest:
A Famin Rages in their pining Troops;
The Mighty Roman Spirit sickens in 'em,
And the poor starv'd Remains of all their Forces,
Can scarce Advance to make a Feeble War.
Capt.
What may not our Victorious Queen expect,
That thus has shook the Daring Power of Rome?
Our mighty Queen! the War-like Bonduca,
That greatly Towers above the humble Sex,
Aspires to more than Man, and Soars to Hero.
Nenn.
Our Hardy Britains ne re will stoop to Rome:
What Courage can oppose our numerous Forces,
Whilst that Great Female Spirit bears against it,
And the Rough Caratach appears himself,
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